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1: They cuddle
After the kanima incident comes to an end and all of the rogue hunters are dealt with, life finally starts to wind down into a less stressful state. Scott had officially joined his pack and Derek worked hard to make sure that his newly turned betas were prepared for anything. Training them to fight in hand in hand combat and to use their heightened senses to determine different emotions and whether or not someone is lying.
But along with the hours of training they had pack nights where they would bond together, solidifying themselves as packmates. He was pleasantly surprised when Scott came to nearly every pack night, he had shown such an adverse to the supernatural world that it surprised him when the teen managed to get his head out of his ass and accept it.
The only problem was along with Scott came Stiles.
It wasn’t even really a problem, at least nobody except him seemed to think so. Everyone seemed to accept him as a pack easily, even Isaac who originally clashed with Stiles, let Stiles in with ease. Not only did he seem to just fit in, but all the betas adored him. Apparently his sarcastic and assholy behavire was lovable or something.
If he was being honest he himself didn’t mind the teen that much. Okay that was a lie he minded, he minded that Stiles had somehow managed to make Derek fall in love with him in only a few weeks of knowing each other. And not just a passing crush love, more like I would die without you love.
But what he minded most was that Scott and Stiles were so close. Like so fucking close they could be one person close.
And he hated how mad that made him, hated that whenever he saw them brush shoulders because they were standing too close and the slightest of movement made them touch. He hated how his stomach would clench up in jealousy when Scott would hug Stiles when one of them managed to do something cool. He hated that he wanted to punch his newest beta whenever he saw the way Scott would place his arm around Stiles as they walked downtown.
Honestly it was ridiculous.
But he couldn’t help it, especially when he comes back to his new loft after running to get more snacks for movie night to see Scott and Stiles pressed against each other on the couch, legs tangled up with Scott’s arm around Stiles’ shoulder and Stiles head resting on the crooked jawed teen’s chest.
He knew it was irrational the anger and sadness the image made bubble in him, after all pack was supposed to be close and cuddle each other, but it fucking hurt.
“What’s wrong Derek?” Isaac asked from his spot in front of the coffee table. Honestly bless that little assholes soul, he may put out a lot of douchebag vibes, but he was still the sweetest little child at heart.
“Nothing.” he grumbled out turning towards the kitchen to deposit the snacks, not noticing the way Scott’s face lights up, smirking slightly.
When he’s done putting all of the chips and candies in separate bowls and has managed to conquer his rage he steps back into the living room, handing each individual snack to the owner who wanted them. Ignoring the way gives Stiles his lays and sour air head strips, or gay bacon as the spastic teen likes to call them, first and hands Scott his bbq chips last.
“How come Stiles always gets more snacks than everyone else?” Erica complains as she picks at her own reese's pieces.
“Cause Stiles has a bottomless pit for a stomach, catwoman.” Stiles replies, tearing into a piece of sour candy with animalistic like movements. Honestly you’d think he was the hybrid with the way he ate.
“Where does the food go, like you eat so much yet you weigh 120lbs, it’s weird.” Isaac states.
“I weigh 140 thank you very much and it goes into energy, that's why I’m able to keep up with all your guys’s bullshit, duh.” the boy answers rolling his eyes with such intensity that Derek feared they might get stuck.
“Can we just watch the movie please.” Boyd mumbles, eyes fixated on the screen ahead.
They all turn their attention back to Jumonji: welcome to the jungle except him who kept glancing at the pair of boys cuddling on the couch, wish nothing more than to be able to take Scott’s place and have Stiles snuggle up against him instead.
Seriously fuck his life.
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2: They love each other
There where witches in town now, fucking witches, can’t he just get a moment of peace. He thinks as he stalks across the town to the Stilinski home in the middle of the night to get Stiles to research them for him.
If he was being honest the late night visits to the younger boy’s house didn’t bother him as much as they should. He liked being able to hang out in the teen’s room as they looked up mythology on different creatures that came to town. It gave him time to talk with Stiles without their lives being in immediate danger. As well as time to secretly scent mark the boy’s room and learn things about him.
So yeah it was nice.
What wasn’t nice was what he heard when he got close to the two story townhome.
He stopped across the street cause he heard the muffled sounds of people talking coming from Stiles’ bedroom. Listening into the conversation he briefly thought about how rude it was to eavesdrop like this, for all he knew Stiles and his father could be talking about something very personal, but the quilt was quickly replaced with rage.
“I don’t know what to do Scott.” Stiles whined, a high pitched sound that was way more cute than it has any right to be.
“I can’t tell you dude, it’s your decision to make, but I can say that I will be by your side no matter what happens, I promise.” Scott’s voice is filled with sincerity and devotion, clearly whatever it was they were talking about it must have been important.
“Really?”
“Of course Stiles, I love you more than anything.” He feels his heat rate kick up a notch and he holds his breath.
“I love you too Scotty.” and his fucking world shatters.
He had known logicly that Stiles was going to date and fall in love, but he hadn’t thought it would happen so soon. Stiles had never shown interest in anybody, but maybe it was because Scott was with Allison and now that those two were broken up he finally had a chance. It made sense, Stiles followed Scott around like a loyal puppy and Scott wasn’t much better. It was only right that as soon as him and Allison were over he'd realize just how much Stiles does for him. If someone did half as much as Stiles did for Scott for him he’s pretty sure he’d have feelings.
Suddenly all the cuddling and shared loyalty made sense. The way that Stiles would blush and look away whenever Scott sent him a certain look during pack meetings. Whenever one of them was in danger and the other would freak out, as if all they had in the world was each other and if they’d lose one it the pair they world would crumble and fall.
Still he hadn’t realized that they could possibly be together. They never really smelled aroused around each other, at least no more than the average teenager does at any given time, but it could be possible that they didn’t have sex. Or maybe they just showered really well afterwards.
The more he thought about it the more likely they’re relationship seemed and it hurt.
He had never planned to do anything about his feelings for the teen, at least not until he had his life together and Stiles was legally, as creep as it sounds to wait around for a person to finally be legal. But he never really thought about the fact that Stiles would be with someone else by that time. Especially not someone in the pack.
He turned around and started back towards his loft, going slightly faster than before, wanting to get away from the scene that broke his heart.
He wasn’t even surprised when it started to rain, making him seem like a main character in a bad coming of age film.
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3: They usually sleeping together
It had only been a week since his heart broke and shattered into a million pieces, he hadn’t even been able to go to Stiles house the after to research witches, instead he texted the teen what they knew and asked if he could find anything else. Making up a bullshit excuse when Stiles asked why he couldn’t come over and help him.
He wasn’t exactly looking forward to today's pack meeting as much as dreaded it’s arrival. He didn’t want to see the newly in love couple together. He didn’t know if he was happy or sad when they didn’t arrive on time, but it was better to get it over with he guessed.
“Where are Scott and Stiles?” he barked at no one in particular. The betas all just looked around and shrugged their shoulders, Allison and Erica exchanged a look before the former answered the question.
“They’re running a bit late, Scott sent me a text saying they slept in late. They had a bit of a busy night last night.” she giggled as did Erica and he felt his heart sink all over again.
“They’re still together, I thought Scott would have gone home seeing as how we have an early meeting today?” Isaac asked, a look of confusion crossing his face.
“They usually spend the night together, I don’t think waking up early impacts their thought process all that much, at least not Scott’s.” Allison giggled again, and he felt a sort of twisted feeling inside. Had she really not cared about Scott at all when they were dating, how else could she be so fine with all of this. Honestly he wasn’t even that close with Stiles and it was tearing him apart, but Allison who was dating Scott was fine with it.
They usually spend the night together. The words rang in his head for the rest of the night, even after Stiles and Scott arrived looking even more desheviled than usual.
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4: They Share clothes
It had been another week and still they hadn’t been able to track done the witches, that is why he is currently standing in a highschool hallway waiting for Stiles to get out of class so he can get the information the teen found last night. He hates going to the school, it reeks of hormones and B.O. Whoever thought putting hundreds of teenagers in one building at the same time was a good idea needs to rot. The place is a cocktail of angst and lust and it isn’t fun to be around.
The loud sound of the bell rang in his ears and he had to cover them to prevent his ear drums bursting, sometimes super hearing sucked.
He saw Stiles exit his english class and was about to yank the teen into an empty room to talk when he noticed what Stiles was wearing.
The teen is wearing a grey henley and a jean jacket. Scott’s grey henley and jean jacket.
He’s so surprised that he misses his chance of pulling Stiles away in time before all his other classmates come out into the hall.
He knew it wasn’t uncommon for people in a relationship to share clothes, but with wolves sharing clothes means sharing your scent. It means that you're fully invested in whatever's happening and you want other wolves to be able to identify that you belong to each other. That you’re off limits.
To see Stiles wearing Scott’s clothes means that they’re a lot more intense than he had previously thought. Sure he had heard their declarations of love, but they hadn’t come out to the pack yet. But now, all the betas would know. Their scents are intermingled together, there's no mistaking that.
He turns away and stalks back out of the school, doing his best to avoid teachers and students, he doesn’t particularly want to explain why he is a twenty-one year old hanging out in a high school.
People might talk.
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5:They scent mark each other
It was finally pack night again, they had got rid of the witches all credit to Stiles for figuring out that strong magnets drain a witches power enough that you can kill them, they would probably be dead without him, and it was time to relax, watch a movie and scarf down junk food.
He set up his living room just the right way so everyone could see the tv and could sit comfortably. He memorized the different spots that his packmates preferred to sit and adjusted the blankets and pillows on the floor accordingly. Stiles liked to sit on the floor propped up by the couch, Isaac preferred to lie down, Erica and Boyd took the love seat, and Scott and him were on opposite ends of the couch. Above Stiles. Great.
He didn’t dwell on that fact for long because he needed everything to be perfect. His pack earned it.
He would never admit it, but he kinda loved his mitchmatch group of outcasts. Each one of them reminded him of a younger version except this time someone was there for them. This time he was there for them.
This time he was able to save his family.
He saved Isaac from his abusive father and Erica from her looming, painful death. Boyd from a life full of isolation and loneliness. He didn’t really save Scott, but he was able to help him once he became a werewolf, and was able to teach him how to survive. He did tecinaly save Stiles, a few times, but Stiles also managed to save him a few times as well.
He smiled as he thought about the time Stiles held him up in the swimming pool for hours while he was paralized, and the time he was willing to cut his arm off when he got shot. He would do anything to help Stiles, he knows he should be worried about just how far he’s gone on the boy, but at that moment all that matters is the fact that Stiles was there for him even though he acted like a total asshole in the beginning.
Erica and Boyd were the first to arrive, then Scott and Isaac, he briefly wondered why Scott hadn’t come with Stiles, but didn’t dwell on it for long. Everyone knew the moment Stiles was close because the sound of that god awful jeep echoed throughout the block. He stumbled into the room wearing plaid pajama short, of course they’d be plaid, and a black t-shirt.
“What happened?” Erica asked the messy teen, eyes racking over his body.
“Forgot. Slept in. phone dead. Alarm not go off.” he mumbled, clearly still half asleep as he stumbled over to Scott and sat down on the ground back pressed against the couch in between the young beta’s legs. He only just bit down a growl when Scott placed his hand in the hair of the other and gently began to scrape down the scalp and massage the skull.
He had to leave the room when he saw Stiles grab Scott’s hand and brush his thumb over the other wrists twice. Stiles wasn’t even a werewolf, but he liked Scott so much they were scent marking each other.
Seriously what the fuck.
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+1: His at last
He had finally reached his limit.
He managed to get his raging infatuation with Stiles under control when the teen showed up to pack night smelling so heavily of Scott that it made him want to claw his own nose off his face so he didn’t have to smell them together anymore.
And what's worse is that Stiles didn’t seem to notice. The teen didn’t notice the soft angry growls coming from the alpha, or the question looks being scent between the two from the betas. He just went about business as usual, not a care in the world.
That is until Derek stalked out of the living room and into the kitchen, ignoring the confused looks of his packmates.
He was so caught up in his annoyance that he didn’t notice that Stiles had followed him.
“Hey big guy, you okay?” the way the teen’s voice sounded so sincere only made it hurt more. After all what’s more painful than the one thing you want the most in the world is right in front of you, but you can’t have it.
“Nothing.” he growled, already feeling his anger start to rise as a new wave of Scott/Stiles fragrance seeped into the air.
It didn’t help when Stiles got closer to him, nearly touching him, he knew rationally that Stiles would have no idea what was bothering him being human and all, but at that moment all he could smell was his opposer’s scent. It clouded his mind and made him uncontrollably angry.
“Come one dude what’s wrong?” and he snapped
“YOU. YOUR WHATS FUCKING WRONG. YOU SHOULDN’T EVEN BE HERE. JUST GET THE FUCK OUT.” he roars at the teen who reels back in fear.
As soon as the words are out he regrets them. Stiles who had helped him from the beginning, who had saved his life multiple times, Stiles who had never been scared of him. Is now cowering away from him, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes threatening to fall down the boys beautiful face,
“Stiles…” He said, reaching a hand forward only to yank it back when Stiles flinches away.
Stiles thought he was going to hit him.
Fuck, Stiles wasn’t supposed to be scared of him, much less think Derek would ever physically hurt him.
God he was so stupid.
He had spent all this time thinking about how he wouldn’t get to be with Stiles the way he wants that he forgot that he was still friends with the boy, packmates even.
But now that was ruined.
“S-sorry.” the teen stutters out and then dashes towards the door. He stands there in shock, hand still raised slightly, as the three betas peek into the room and then disappear out the front door.
He listened as Scott ran after Stiles, calling his name, but not being able to reach him because Stiles had already taken off in his car.
The front door slammed shut and he’s finally met with the face of an angry Scott McCall, something he’d never thought he’d see.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM MAN?” the sound of the teen’s voice snapping him out of his state of shock.
“I-I didn’t mean to... I would never have...He was gone so fast...I was so mad.” he mumbles out, still unable to fully process what was happening.
“CLEARLY, BUT YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO BE AN ASSHOLE ABOUT IT. JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T FEEL THE SAME.” and hold on what. He looks at Scott, confusion clearly painted across his features.
“What?” but the teen is too far gone about Derek hurting his boyfriend to notice.
“I MEAN I WOULD HAVE AT LEAST EXPECTED YOU TO BE SEMI NICE ABOUT IT. I MEAN FUCK IT’S STILES. YOU DON’T GET TO DO SHITTY THINGS LIKE THIS DEREK, I ASSUMED WITH EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED YOU WOULD LET HIM DOWN EASY OR AT THE VERY LEAST IGNORED IT.” Scott’s face now held a red glow to it as he defended Stiles’ honor.
“What are you talking about?” he was really confused now. McCall was going on and on about letting someone down and feelings and he had no idea what was happening.
“I’m talking about the fact that you just screamed at Stiles for having feelings for you because you're an immature asshole that deserves a wad of wolfsbane up your ass.” the teen seethed.
“Stiles has feelings...But Stiles is dating you?” now it was Scott’s turn to be confused.
“What the hell are you talking about, me and Stiles aren’t dating.” the teen’s face went from confusion to fury. “If this is some weird way to try and excuse yourself I will claw your eye out.”
“NO, no, it’s just that you said Stiles had feelings for me, but you and him are together.”
“Me and Stiles aren’t together, why the hell would you think that?” and now they were both very confused. “I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding.”
“Jee really, you think so.” he said in the most sarcastic voice he could, Stiles would be proud.
“What are you talking about?” Scott asked.
“I’m talking about the fact that I just upset the most amazing person because I let my jealousy of said person's boyfriend get the best of me and now he probably hates me.”
“I’m talking about the fact that my alpha just screamed at my best friend because he said alpha didn’t return my best friends feelings and was a complete douche.” the two just sat there for a good minute staring at each other.
“Why did you think we were dating?” Scott asked, finally breaking the silence.
“Well I mean you guys cuddle constantly.”
“Both are very tactile, yes.”
“And I went to see Stiles about a month ago and you guys were in his bedroom and you said you loved him and he said he loved you back.” he mumbled sadness overwhelming him at the memory.
“He had come out to me, said he liked some guy. I was reassuring him that I loved him despite who he wants to be with.” Scott explained and it was becoming increasingly obvious they both got it wrong.
“But what about when you guys came late and Allison was joking that you guys had a ‘busy night’?” hope rising slightly in his chest.
“We did have a busy night, a busy night of cleaning glitter off roscoe and ourselves because some middle schoolers were being dicks.” he scowled at the memory.
“You share clothes.” Derek pointed out.
“Not often, Stiles spills a lot so I carry an extra outfit for him.” Scott groaned, clearly Derek was an idiot.
“And the scent marking is because your pack.” he finished up the list of things he once thought to be relationship behaviors.
“I need to talk to Stiles.” he started already heading towards the door.
“Yep.”
It takes less than five minutes for him to arrive at the Stilinski household, his panic building with each passing moment. Once there he swiftly climbs through the boy’s bedroom window like he’s done so many times before.
He’s immediately met with the stench of misery and self loathing, it makes him gag. The sound of crying fills his ears and he wishes more than anything that he could turn back the clock and take away all the horrible things he said.
“Stiles…” he tries, but is quickly shut down.
“Go away,” he flinches at the crack in the teen’s voice.
“Stiles I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry about what I said. I will never be able to forgive myself, but please let me explain.” he quickly realized he was not beyond begging, as long as it made Stiles forgive him.
“There's nothing to explain, I love you, but you don’t love me. It’s fine, I’m used to it.” hates the way Stiles doesn’t even sound hurt or sad anymore, he just sounds defeated. Like life had failed him so many times that this isn’t even a mark on his record.
“That’s not it I swear, it’s just...I thought you were dating Scott.” he admits and for the first time since he arrived Stiles looked at him. Teen’s eyes are puffy and wet and his face is screwed up into something in between disbelief and annoyance.
And he says Derek has bitch face.
“What.” it’s not really a question and more of a demand, one that he is glad to obey.
“Well, I uh, I thought you and Scott were...together because I kept seeing how close you guys were and you acted a bit like a couple.” he tried to explain, but tampered off when he saw Stiles face go from disbelief to anger.
“That doesn’t explain you yelling at me.” Stiles roared out.
“Yes, it does I promise just let me explain.” he begged, “I thought you two were dating and I was so fucking jealous. I was really mad at Scott and when you came over smelling like him I snapped. I was jealous and I took my anger out on you and I feel so bad Stiles. I would never want to hurt you, I wasn’t angry at you I was angry at Scott, but not you.” He briefly noted how desperate he sounded, but couldn’t bring himself to care, he just wanted Stiles to understand.
“But...why would you be jealous?” The boy sounds so confused and it hurts.
“Because I’m in love with you Stiles.” he blurts out, fear making itself known again as Stiles just sits there not saying anything. A good minute goes by without them talking and he can feel his anxiety rising, what if he really had missed his chance.
“Huh?” Stiles just says, tilting his head like a confused puppy.
“I love you.” he mumbles looking at the ground.
“But why, if this is some sick joke I swear.” and the anger is back in Stiles voice. “You don’t have to mock me Derek, you were enough of an asshole before. You already got your point across.”
“No, no, no, I’m not mocking you I swear, I love you Stiles, so fucking much. I would never joke about something like that. That’s a terrible thing to do.” he says quickly, trying his best to reassure the teen that it isn’t some game for him, that he really does love Stiles with all his heart.
“But...why?” The boy sounds so small and vulnerable that he can’t help, but wonder who hurt him enough to make him think that someone would only say they loved him as a joke. He want’s to find whoever it is and rip their throats out, but right now is the time to comfort Stiles, not murder people.
“Because you’re you Stiles, you’re a stubborn, gorgeous, loyal, strong person who deserves everything in the world.” he says, taking a step towards the teen. “I love the way you can go on and on about whatever your latest passion is. How you throw yourself into the line of fire to save the people you care about. How even though I was a complete asshole when we met you still saved me everytime.”
He was standing right in front of the younger boy, Stiles was staring up at him with a look of hope on his face. He reached forward and gently brushed the stray tears from the boy's face, smiling slightly when Stiles closed his eyes and pushed into his hand.
“I love you so much and I always will.” he breathed “I’m sorry it took me so long to say.”
“I love you to Der.” a rush of warmth spread through him at the whispered confession. He leaned forward even more, face only an inch away.
“Can I?” he asked, the sweet caramel smell of Stiles wearing down his control.
“Please.”
And then their lips were together, the soft feel of Stiles’ perfect pink lips against him making lightning rush through his veins. His wolf howls with joy when Stiles lets out a small whimper, giving him the ability to slip his tongue into the others mouth. The teen tasted like sweet raw honey and cinnamon, like the best dessert he had ever had multiplied by a million. He can still taste the slightest hint of gummy bears and curly fries that Stiles had for dinner.
The timid way that Stiles licked into his mouth caused him to groan in pleasure. Gently winding his fingers into the teen’s hair he pulls slightly and fights back a smile when Stiles moans and he smells a wave of arousal flow off of Stiles.
He practically jumps in joy knowing that Stiles is his at last.
And they live happily ever after.
The end.
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